Ruan Tianling tossed aside another empty bottle and grabbed a new one, continuing to drink at his leisurely pace.
After a few sips, he looked at Dongfang Yu, his mouth curling into a cold sneer, "You think I'd be a loser in love?"
He was full of arrogance and disdain.
It was as if his face bore a sign that read—what a joke, how could I, Ruan Tianling, ever be a loser in love! Even if the whole world was heartbroken, I would never be!
Dongfang Yu laughed with a deep and meaningful grin.
"Bro Tianling, even though there's no lack of beauties around you, it doesn't mean you can't be a loser in love. You're about to marry Yan Yue, right? Don't you want to marry her, thinking of backing out now?"
Ruan Tianling let out a cold laugh and leaned back, continuing to pour alcohol into his mouth.
Dongfang Yu continued to speculate, "Is it that you're planning to marry your former sister-in-law? I knew it; in the end, you would choose her—got it right, didn't I?"
